The bullet is a tool
oftern thourght of as a destroyer
but is also a constructor
oftern misunderstud
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The Lone Sniper
The Lone Sniper
The lone sniper lays silent
not moving an inch
watching and waiting
for his prays approach.
As his pray draws near
un-knowing of its demise
The sniper prepares himself
ready for the kill
He lays the crosshairs on
the unknowing pray.
He squeezes the trigger
letting lose the prays demise.
The bullet rips
thought the still quiet air
homing in on its pray
As it draws ever closer
the sniper watches as
the bullet rips
through the pray dragging
its life out with it
He watches the life of his
pray vanish.
The pray slumps to the floor
un-knowing of what happened
it lays there still and lifeless
Only then is the ringing off the shot heard
and the sniper is gone to Hunt his next prey
age 15 My first ever poem